Shalyn Stachmus

Biography of Shalyn Stachmus

Shalyn Stachmus Poems

Outcry And Revolt
Sand disperses on the open line.
Haunting eyes, with nothing to find.
Nothing is left, and we're all alone.
It's too hard to feel like this could be home.

I Found My Lungs On The Shelf
If what we're breathing in are the scents of sin, will it cause us all to choke?
If in the very end we've not made amends, will we really lose all hope?
I hope not.
Even though I've been warned, I don't seem to care anymore.

Sleep And His Brother Death
I hate it when I'm awake.
I think I'd rather be sleeping...
Deep autumn's closed today,
while the knell still mocks our weeping.

Catch
Terror only calls to make this last.
But all it seems to do is cause the crash.
The fight, the pall, no battle's been won.
Now then, this war has just begun.

Until The Innocent Are Not Punished
Believed things would end how I wanted them to,
But now I can't erase it, so what do I do?
Had hoped things would change, perhaps fix themselves, too.
But most times denial is better than truth.

After-Glow
I'll tell you a story of mountains and glory,
but time will tell more.
I could tell of the times,
of the riches and crimes...